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(18+) Celebrations (Part 2)

Jimmy Olsen x f!Reader x Clark Kent

Part 1

Word Count: ~9,924

Summary: Clark and Jimmy both find you baffling. They also both think you're a pretty hot piece. You plan to take Lois out to dinner for her birthday, and you also get closer with Jimmy.

Warnings: It’s probably bad idk, nsfw, a lot of weed smoking, mentions of alcohol, SMUT, oral (m! & f! receiving), unprotected piv, (pretend that you and jimmy were both recently sti tested & also you're on birth control bc it is never discussed in story), some jimmy favoritism (sorry), sort of dom!jimmy, dirty talk, jimmy is so horny for you all the time, the laziest scenario ever to set up Superman saving you, NOT proofread we die like henry cavill superman, i switch tenses a lot bc i just don't care, everyone is bisexual, clark is kind of a himbo, a lot of swearing, i feel like i'm forgetting something but this is all I can think of

Story Notes: Reader is a web designer for the Daily Planet (idk if they need one of those but shhh), who has befriended Clark, Jimmy, and Lois. All the events of the movie have (pretty much) happened. Clark and Lois dated and are broken up but it's cool. Reader is also very touchy (not in a sensitive way, in a "probably an inappropriate amount of physical contact with coworkers" way). Read the first chapter idk it sets it up.

A/N: Sorry I don't really think this is that good but I feel a little more confident in it than the first chapter. It is longer than I meant to make it and less happens than I meant to have happen. Also I've been watching a show with Jimmy's actor (skyler gisondo i love you) so I think that's why this one is basically just a Jimmy fic lol but the next one will have more Clark. This story is dedicated to Lois Lane bc her birthday is on Sunday (happy birthday Lois sorry you're barely in this). As always, comments (even just in the tags) are always ultra appreciated!!!!! Thanks for reading <3

When Jimmy wakes up, looks around, it takes him a minute to remember where he is. He’s surprised to feel his fingers tangled with Clark’s, and surprised to remember that they had done that before they fell asleep. The black haired man has his head tipped all the way back, and he’s tall enough that his spine is bending in a way that must be uncomfortable, but he’s passed out, glasses still on his face. Jimmy can hear you in the kitchen, bustling around and maybe humming to yourself, although it’s hard to tell for sure over the pounding in his head. His mouth is dry, too, but then he notices that the end table next to him has glass of water and two ibuprofen sitting on it. He takes them gratefully and drinks the whole glass in a couple gulps. For a moment, he wishes that you were still asleep on the couch, remembers the feeling of you halfway on his lap and how comfortable, how good that was. Until he realizes, mortifyingly, that he has morning wood. ”Fuck,” He hisses to himself, pulling his hand away from Clark’s. He says it again when taller man stirs at this, Clark’s blue eyes blinking open. The first thing he does is straighten up and bring his hands to his face, touching his glasses and letting out a sigh of relief. Then he turns to Jimmy, brows slightly furrowed and voice still groggy, “I forgot we fell asleep here.” Jimmy crosses one of his legs over the other and tries to breathe deeply, calm down, “Yeah, same.” Clark suddenly gives him an odd, almost embarrassed look, and Jimmy gets the distinct feeling that his friend knows about his little problem, although it’s covered and can’t be seen. Then Clark clears his throat, “You feeling okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Are you?”

A single dark curl falls into his eyes, and Jimmy has to stop himself from reaching out and moving it. Clark gets it himself, then nods, “I am. You want me to go, uh, check on her?” Jimmy wonders, not for the first time, if Clark can read minds. He doesn’t ask, just says, “Sure,” and watches Clark get up and make his way to the kitchen, although not before grabbing a cup of water that was on his own end table. Vaguely, Jimmy wishes that he was the first one to greet you. But the sound of your delighted “Good morning, pretty boy!” makes him happy even if it isn’t aimed at him, and the comforting familiarity of Clark’s voice as the two of you chitchat helps make him feel normal again. He takes the time to look around your apartment a little, observing it in the sober light of the morning while he waits for his body to cooperate with him. It’s cozy, blankets folded in baskets and bookshelves that are mostly covered in books, although one has a stack of board games on it. The place doesn’t have a ton of decorations, but there are a few posters on the walls, and little touches of you everywhere. He tries to take it all in, memorize it, on the off chance that he seriously fucks something up and never gets invited over again. The thought makes his heart clench in his chest, and instead he tries to imagine himself being here all the time, practically a staple, and that makes him feel a little better.

Finally, after what feels like a humiliating lifetime although he knows it was only a few minutes, he’s ready to join you in the kitchen. When he does, you’re standing on a rickety chair, on your tiptoes, Clark nearby with worry on his face, watching.

“Why are you doing that?” Jimmy asks, concern evident in his voice.

You spun around and almost fell. Jimmy and Clark both jolted forward and managed to grab you at the same time, their hands crowding around your hips to steady you, brushing each other’s fingers. Giggling, you spoke, “Hey there, handsome, good morning. Thanks for the assist. You guys are still my heroes.”

Jimmy ignored the fuzzy feeling that hearing you giggle gave him, and asked again, “Why are you doing that?”

”Oh, my big mixing bowl was on top of the cabinets, but I pushed it to the back on accident.”

He felt for a moment that both you and Clark were very stupid, and then felt bad for thinking that because he knew it wasn’t true. Sighing, he asked, “Why don’t you just have him lift you?”

You frowned, voice turning a little sulky, “Well, yeah, that’s obviously a much better idea.”

Clark looked taken aback for a moment before he nodded, “Yeah, that might make me a bit less nervous.”

Jimmy shook his head but stepped back, reluctantly taking his hands off your hips. Clark’s slid up to grip around your waist, and he lifted you off the chair and up. You giggled again, and Jimmy considered the fact that he normally found giggling somewhat irritating, but he didn’t when you did it. He wondered why that was, then thought that he probably knew why and decided not to think about it anymore. You grabbed the bowl, thanked Clark, and once your feet were back on the ground you turned to Jimmy and asked, “Bacon and eggs, pancakes, or both?”

“You don’t have to make me breakfast,” He assures you.

You scowled, and Clark spoke up, “I said the same thing, and she threatened to kneecap me.”

All three of you laughed at that, and Jimmy shrugged, “Okay, okay, I’d take some pancakes.” You insist on them sitting down and letting you cook, chatting as you do. Somehow the three of you always seem to click together, something Jimmy has noticed before but doesn’t think he’s ever fully appreciated. When the food is done you sit down with them, watching them eat their first bites of everything and smiling when they compliment it before you dig in yourself. The conversation lulls but the silent moments are always comfortable, and when you’re done eating you let them clear the table for you, but insist that you’ll do the dishes later.

“So,” You clap your hands together, excitement on your features, “Lois’s birthday is coming up. I think we should do something.”

Clark and Jimmy both nod, and Jimmy asked, “Have anything in mind?” “I was thinking a little lowkey. Take her to her favorite restaurant, the place has a really nice bar so we can hang out as long as she wants. Do you think she’d like that?”

“Definitely,” Clark looks thoughtful for a moment, “Day of?”

You shook your head, “It’s a Sunday, so maybe not. But I super subtly asked her about it, and she's free that Friday.”

“Can’t wait,” Jimmy smiles at you, and as much as he loves Lois he hopes you know what he’s really excited about-getting to spend more time with you.

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Jimmy didn't have to wait until Lois's birthday dinner to spend time with you, though. At work, silently, you two had become even more attached at the hip. When it was time for meetings, he found that you were always seated between him and Clark. When you went to the break room for coffee or snacks, one of them was always trailing behind you. And, to Jimmy's greatest delight, every day you would drag a chair next to his desk and work on your laptop, neither of you acknowledging anything about it.

Everyone had been teasing you, even Perry had commented, telling you that you had a perfectly good desk to sit at. You always just shrugged, murmured something about him being like a psychic white noise machine, that his brainwaves somehow blocked yours from distraction. You would smirk, just a little, and add that you were the only one who never missed a deadline, and everyone would have to mutter in agreement.

No one entirely followed what you meant, but it made Jimmy feel good either way. He figured it was a bit like how he felt about Clark, someone who just took the edge off a situation. He found it a bit puzzling that you felt that way about him, but he would take what he could get. Neither of you had discussed what had happened the other night. Not the easy way you had fallen into rhythm at the club, moving naturally together in the environment like you had been doing it for years. And certainly not the way that you two had kissed in your apartment, hands greedy to touch each other, bodies almost magnetized. You had just pulled the chair up next to him on Monday, shaking your head when he had opened his mouth to question you, and that had been that. Jimmy had held onto some of the confidence from that night, touched you more freely now. It wasn’t just you affectionately ruffling his hair or slinging your arms around his shoulders now. Now Jimmy touched you too, his hands on you whenever he could get away with it. Pressed to the small of your back when you were walking out of meetings, ghosting over your hips to shift you when you were in his way in the break room, resting on your thigh or wrist when you two were just at his desk, working. Once, when you were too distracted with your work to pay attention to what he was trying to ask you, he had unthinkingly reached out and loosely gripped your jaw, turning you to face him. Your eyes had blown wide, although whether it was just with surprise or something more he wasn’t sure. He’d pulled away his hand quickly when he realized what he’d done, but you hadn’t even commented, just finally answered when he repeated the question. Jimmy had cleared his throat, glanced away, and made awkward eye contact with Clark, who had clearly been watching the whole exchange. In fact, Clark was the one who Jimmy caught staring the most of anyone. Everyone else seemed to mostly lose interest after a day or two, still teasing but not really bothering to pay attention to how you stuck to each other now. But Clark was always sheepishly looking away from you, although he never teased, just observed. Jimmy wondered, vaguely, if Clark was jealous, but it didn’t necessarily seem like that was it. For one thing, your behavior towards Clark hasn’t actually changed at all. Sure, you work next to Jimmy now, but you still talk to Clark just like you did before, still hug and nudge the way you did before, and when you’re not with Jimmy, Clark is the next person you’re around the most. And anyway, his expression doesn’t exactly portray jealousy, Jimmy thinks. It’s hard to tell, Clark keeps his face infuriatingly neutral, but although Jimmy can identify some kind of longing in his eyes, there doesn’t seem to be any real envy there. Jimmy still feels envy swell up in his chest sometimes, choke its way up his throat when he watches you talk to other people. He knows it’s unfair to feel jealous, knows he has no real reason to. It annoys him more than anything, because he’s never really felt jealous like this before. But he finds that the feeling rears its ugly head far more often than he’d like, and for some reason only soothes itself when Clark makes eye contact with him, usually granting him a quick half smile. He’s not sure why Clark of all people has the ability to cool that flame inside him, but Jimmy doesn’t intend to self reflect too deeply. Jealousy or no jealousy, you and Clark are certainly his best friends, and whatever weirdness there is to the dynamic that you three have isn’t really worth the time it would take to muse over it.

He tries to avoid thinking about his feelings for you, in general. The way you dance around his mind, playing his emotions like a piano. The way you make his chest swell with something he's not sure he's ever really felt. The idea of romance beyond its most casual gives him pause, a fear that he doesn't want to admit to and doesn't appreciate feeling. Not to mention the other feelings he has about you, the desire to have you in his arms again, pressed against his body again. It's embarrassing how much you affect him in this way, ridiculous how easy you have him drooling over you. He wears looser, darker pants than he did before, and lets that be that.

Even if it’s not all the way what he wants, Jimmy is happy, and he’s not interested in pushing his luck.

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On the Thursday before Lois’s birthday, you reluctantly let Jimmy take you out to lunch. Normally you bring your own food, eating while you work through lunch and scoffing “We can’t all be rich,” when someone says you should just get takeout with them. But you overslept that morning, ran late, forgot your wallet, and showed up to work barely on time, already grumbling. When Jimmy first offers, you turn him down. “I’m not some charity case,” You don’t even bother to look up from your laptop, “I’ll survive.” “But you won’t thrive,” He argues, and smiles to himself when he sees you suppress a laugh. “Jimmy, please. I’m trying to focus.”

He doesn’t really know what you’re so worried about. You’re editing some fluff piece for the website that he knows isn’t even going up until next week, and you’ve got everything you can do for this week finished up. Still, you’re locked in like this is the thing that’ll make or break your career, even though you were just telling him you could probably slap it online with nothing done to it. He doesn’t point that out, just says, “You’ll focus better if you eat something.”

“I’ve had four cups of coffee,” You snapped, gesturing to the empty mug on his desk, “My focus will be fine if you leave me alone.” Clark speaks up from his desk, “You can’t just replace food with coffee.”

Your right hand keeps typing while your left flips him off, your eyes narrowed in frustration at your screen although your voice is sing-song, “Stay out of this, Kent.” He wheels over to Jimmy’s desk, not looking at all put out by you, just chuckling quietly, “See? You’re grumpy. You need food.”

You finally look up at that, clearly offended, “I am not grumpy.” Lois scoffs from her desk but doesn’t say anything. Clark just looks at you patiently, but Jimmy shakes his head, “You so clearly are. Come on, let me get you something. You really need to eat.” Your voice was more venomous than he could remember ever hearing it, “What I need is for everyone to leave me alone and do their jobs so that I can do mine!”

You clearly said it louder than you meant to as everyone stopped and turned to look at you. You froze, blinked very slowly like you were processing your words yourself, and then you spoke again, meekly this time, “Okay, maybe I’m a little grumpy.” The rest of the office turned back to their own work, a few snickers floating through the air. Jimmy wondered if it was wrong of him to find your embarrassment so endearing, so adorable, and he rubbed your shoulder soothingly, “I’ll take you to that deli you like. Bagel sandwiches?” Grumbling a little to yourself, you fussed with the charger on your laptop. You stayed steadfastly looking down until Clark spoke again, his voice reassuring, “I promise that everyone will survive an hour while you go eat. Your work will still be here. I’ll even bug Steve about that article you want from him so that you don’t have to.”

You finally looked up again, your expression soft in spite of your exasperated tone, “You guys aren’t going to leave me alone unless I go, are you?”

Jimmy shook his head, holding back a smirk, “Not a chance.”

“I’m paying you back later,” Your voice was stern.

“We’ll see,” Jimmy flashed you a grin, already standing.

“I am!” You frowned, shook your head, “We shouldn’t take a whole hour. I don’t want to waste time.”

“Eating isn’t a waste of time,” Clark said instantly, not looking at all bothered by the scathing look you gave him. He just wheeled his way back to his desk, smiling, “Enjoy, you two.”

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The trip to the deli is uneventful, and you scowl most of the way there. Jimmy knows by now not to take it personally, just laughs and teases and chatters away, grinning to himself when he sees your lips twitch and knows you’re holding back from smiling. You wouldn’t admit it, but the instant you start eating your mood corrects itself. Truth be told, your mood had already started to improve when Jimmy ignored the girl at the counter’s obvious attempts to flirt with him. That made you happy enough that you agreed to take the food and go sit in a nearby park to eat, taking in the sunlight. The sandwich just got you the rest of the way there, so that by the time you’re eating the cookie that he insisted on buying you, you’re nothing but smiles. “Thank you,” You tell him sincerely as you two throw your trash away, “I needed the food, and I needed the break, too.”

“Anytime,” He has a shit eating grin on his face, “You should really listen to me more.” “I don’t know about that,” You give him a look, “But I do appreciate it.” He’s walking so close to you that the backs of your hands keep brushing against each other. You suppress your desire to just reach out and hold his, not knowing that he’s resisting the same temptation. Jimmy opens his mouth to speak, and then clamps it shut when a tremor shakes the earth, almost knocking you both down. You don’t know where the creature came from. It’s too big to have walked up without you noticing, but you’re not sure how it just appeared.

Right now, though, that doesn’t matter. What matters is the giant, vaguely humanoid, tall as a sky scraper, alien…that is right next to you. You hold your breath as you look, smacking Jimmy’s arm when you see that telltale flash of blue and red, and ask him, “Did you bring your camera?” He already has it out, aiming at Superman just in time to get a beautiful action shot of the creature getting punched in the face. You scramble to grab the tape recorder that you always carry, making notes for yourself about the exact time, location, what’s going on, and describing your thoughts on how to format the inevitable post this would get on the Daily Planet’s website. Jimmy snaps a few more pictures as the Justice Gang arrives, and you make note on your recorder that Green Lantern doesn’t seem to be there. You both turn to each other, grinning at the first hand view of an impending article, when suddenly the sky above you darkens. You both glance up and see the foot that’s about to step directly on you two. You grab Jimmy’s hand before you can help yourself, and the two of you start to run even as you realize that it’s a fruitless effort. The limb coming down on you is simply too big for you to avoid, and you feel tears start to well in your eyes as you look at Jimmy, the same realization clearly dawning on his face.

And then a strong arm wraps around you, and you’re flying through the air.

You had clenched your eyes shut instinctively, cringing as you waited for impact, but the air rushing through your hair made you open them again. Realizing that you were safe was an instant flood of relief. Realizing that you were in Superman’s arms, pressed against Jimmy, almost made you cheer in excitement.

Before you’ve fully made sense of what’s happening, you’re standing on the roof of the Daily Planet.

“Don’t you need to like, get back over there?” Jimmy asks, and you feel another rush of relief at the sound of his voice. Superman shakes his head, “They’ve got it handled. Are you okay?”

Jimmy nods, starts to answer, and then silences himself as you throw your arms around both him and Superman. Your breathing is heavy, ragged, and he thinks you might be crying, but your face is buried in Superman’s chest. When you pull back, you wipe your face and grin, “Is there any way we can get an interview, Mr. Superman?” Superman looks completely baffled for a moment, then shakes his head, “You don’t have to say the mister part. Now listen, you two ought to be more careful.”

Your hands were fidgeting with your tape recorder. “Thank you,” Jimmy’s breathing was a little shaky, but he reached out to put his own hand on top of one of yours, “We’re okay, thanks to you.”

“Oh,” You looked embarrassed suddenly, “I meant to say thank you too. Thank you and can we get an interview?”

Your heart pounded with pride when Superman laughed, even if you weren’t trying to be funny.

Then he got serious, “You almost died.”

You squeezed Jimmy’s hand a little tighter, “But we didn’t. Thanks to you. And really, thank you. I would do anything to repay you.” “That’s not necessary,” He looked uncertainly between you and Jimmy for a moment, then shook his head again, “No interviews today. Try again when you haven’t just risked your life for your job.”

Jimmy notices the way your adrenaline seems to be coming down, the somewhat sobered look on your face. Then, laughing a little, you said, “Well fuck it. If I’m not getting an interview, I’m not going back to work today. They can see me tomorrow.” Superman looks a little surprised, “Do you…want me to take you somewhere else?”

You can actually see your building from this height, and you point it out to him.

Jimmy feels surprised too. He can’t remember you taking a day off at all since you’ve worked there, except when you’d come in with the flu and Perry had made you take off the rest of the week. You still did most of your work that week, just from home, and you later told Jimmy that you had brought a chair into the bathroom so you wouldn’t have to stop working everytime you threw up. He frowns, “You don’t even want your laptop? Anything from your desk?”

“No,” You answered immediately, and although even you sounded surprised by yourself there was a certainty in your voice. Then you hesitated for a second, eyes dropping to your entangled hands as you asked gently, “Do you, uh, would you want to come with me?”

Jimmy reeled for a moment. Stupidly, he found himself looking at Superman like he would be able to answer. Then Jimmy reeled some more, because Superman actually made eye contact with him and gave a little ‘well, why not?’ shrug. Jimmy felt himself regain the confidence to speak, shocked by how comforted he was by Superman on this of all things, and he turned back to you, “Of course.” You smiled, then turned back to the hero. "Do you mind?" You asked, almost shyly, but Jimmy knew you well enough to know that that timidity was only playing. You looked overwhelmed and exhausted, sure, the reality of what had just happened was definitely hitting you, but that particular emotion was not one that you were feeling.

Jimmy wonders if this bit of play-acting was part of your master plan to seduce Superman, or just a game that you were drifting towards to distract yourself. Your hand was resting on the hero's wrist, as if he wouldn't have realized who you were talking to. You had a teasing, almost coquettish, glint in your eye, and Jimmy realized with dim concern that he was getting an erection, which he steadfastly ignored.

To your credit, Superman cleared his throat, a little awkwardly sure, but Jimmy recognized the look in his eyes. He'd seen a lot of people look at you like that. Hell, he looked at you like that. Superman was totally into you. Jimmy almost wants to give you a thumbs up, but he holds back the urge. The hero doesn't move his arm from where you touch it, "Of course, miss. Anything that you need."

"Anything?" Your voice is somewhere between playful and sultry, and then you shake your head a little, the reality of the situation seeming to hit you again, "I mean, thank you."

He doesn't speak again while he takes you both into his arms and flies you to the roof of your apartment building. Jimmy can't help but cling to him a little tighter than is strictly necessary, which he hopes the hero doesn't notice. You are definitely clinging tighter than necessary, but Jimmy's pretty sure you don't have any of his qualms about it.

When your feet are planted firmly on the not-ground, Superman finally speaks again, "Will you be more careful next time? Please?"

You and Jimmy exchanged almost guilty looks, you half nodded, "I mean, we’ll try."

Superman, exasperated, shook his head. He looked like he was about to say something else, but then seemed to change his mind, drawing in on himself for a moment before rolling his shoulders back and straightening up. Instead, he smiled just a little, "Trying is better than nothing, I guess. Please, go rest. You've had a traumatic day."

This time you did nod diligently, "We will. It was really cool to meet you."

Jimmy doesn't laugh at you for saying that because he understands the feeling, but the urge hits him all the same and he finds himself making eye contact with Superman again, grinning. Superman gives a smile that looks like he's laughing a little too, but then he turns to you with a more genuine one, "It was really cool to save you. And it's always good to see Olsen, even if he's being reckless."

You turned and gave Jimmy an incredibly impressed look, and he feels something like pride flood through his veins. He waits until you turn around to give Superman a thumbs up, then replies, "It's always good to see you too."

The two of you make your way inside then, down to your apartment. Neither of you know that Superman lingers on the roof, debating with himself about what he should do for longer than he'd like to admit, before he sighs and heads back to work.

You sighed in relief when you got to your door, ushering Jimmy inside and immediately getting both of you glasses of water. You set yours down on the coffee table and started to walk to your bedroom.

“I’ve got some sweats that should fit you, if you want to change,” You offer.

“I’m okay for now.”

“I’ll get them out just in case you change your mind. I would love to be in my pajamas, personally,” You paused, looked back at him, “That’s cool, right?”

“Of course,” Jimmy makes his way to your couch, “It’s your place. You can do whatever you want.”

“Good. Do you think you could call Perry? Let him know we’re out?” You drummed your fingers on your bedroom door frame.

He pulled out his phone, “You got it.”

“And text Clark and Lois, let them know we’re all good?” You smiled at him before shutting your bedroom door, yelling through it, “All I want to do right now is changes clothes and get exorbitantly high.” There was silence for a moment. Then, the door cracked open, just your face peeking out at him. You smiled nervously, “And Jimmy? Thanks for coming over.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jimmy thought that he might be at a point that could be described as exorbitantly high. The two of you had been smoking for the better part of two hours. He wasn't sure where you would chart yourself on the highness scale, but Jimmy didn't smoke very often, and he was definitely fucking up there.

The two of you were chatty in spurts, but spent a fair amount of time just sitting and listening to the music that you had put on before you sat down.

You were practically in his lap. Jimmy had sat on one end of the couch to give you the choice on whether to sit close to him or not, and then mentally scolded himself for even caring about such a thing. But he needn't have worried, because when you came out, you had come over and nudged him towards the middle seat. Then you sat in the space between him and the arm, bare legs splayed across his lap, and while you had said something about wanting to be able to lean back against the arm, you also kept tucking your head in towards his chest. Between that and the pajama set you were wearing, shorts and a tank top that showed a lot of skin and looked unfairly good on you, he found himself occasionally holding his breath to keep his mind occupied by something else.

But the more you smoked, the less he cared, and the more he was willing to let some of his feelings slip to the forefront of his mind.

"We almost died today," You said it suddenly, but it had been the undercurrent of every conversation you two had.

He hummed, arm slung around your shoulder, holding you close while you fiddled with your grinder, "We didn't die. We wouldn't have, not with him there."

"What if he wasn't there?" Your voice sounded small in a way that Jimmy had never heard it.

He doesn't dwell on your question, hardly even considers it, and says instead, "I think he totally liked you."

You knew, of course, that he was just trying to distract you, but your lips twitched with a smile anyway, "Yeah? How would you know?"

"Because we're so close, obviously," He has a smug expression, "You heard him. He's always happy to see me."

"Which one of us do you think will land him first?"

"Oh me, for sure, because we're already such good friends," He keeps his voice casual, like it's obvious, but both of you are holding back laughter now, "But I'll give you a good recommendation when we're done, and you can have my sloppy seconds."

You smack him lightly on the chest, "You cannot call Superman your sloppy seconds. Even if he was you couldn't call him that."

Jimmy shrugs, and the two of you hold eye contact for a moment before you both burst out in giggles. When they subside, you’re looking at him with an intensity that honestly scares him a little, and he quickly works his fuzzy mind in overtime to come up with something to say. What comes out is, “So, how would you fuck Superman?”

“What?” You look at him like he’s crazy, and he considers that he might be. Then you raise an eyebrow, “Can you elaborate on that?”

For a moment, he considers backtracking. Then he decides that’s not worth it and speaks, “I mean like, how are you doing it? Are you telling him what to do or are you letting him take the reigns? What position? That kind of thing.” “Well what’s your answer?” You asked, and he looks for embarrassment on your face but there isn’t any, just curiosity and a distinct layer of stonedness.

“I’m more of a go with the flow kind of guy. I’d do whichever it seemed like he wanted. But you seem like you’ve maybe thought about it a little more than me.” You still don’t look embarrassed per se, but your eyes drop to your hands, “I mean, not a lot, you know.”

“Oh come on,” Jimmy reaches out to lift your chin, and when you’re looking at him again he gives you a teasing smile, “What, do you not wanna tell me how bossy you are in bed? I’m sure that won’t scare him off, you know he does anything for the people.” Now you actually are starting to look embarrassed, skin burning under his fingers which are still resting lightly against your chin, and your laugh doesn’t quite match the look in your eyes, “I mean yeah, I agree he does anything for the people, but I am not bossy in bed!"

He swallows, tries to keep himself from sounding too serious, "You sure about that? Because you're one of the bossiest people I know."

You try to smack his chest, but he just blocks it, grabbing onto your wrist. Then you huff, your voice exasperated but playful, "Yeah, no shit. Which is exactly why I don't like making decisions in the bedroom. I want that shit out of my hands."

"Out of your hands?" He laughs, and you both pretend that there's not something more real that's sneaking into your voices.

"Yeah, out of my hands. I spend all my time deciding how things should be done. I like it when someone takes all that off my back, y'know? Moves me how they want me, has me say what they want me to say, tells me when to...y'know, finish, or not finish, or whatever," You swallow hard, suddenly conscious of the fact that one of his hands is still tilting your chin up, the other still wrapped around your wrist, and you do everything you can not to lean into his touch, "None of this matters, though, because if I was fucking Superman I wouldn't tell him any of that."

"Communication is important," Jimmy's voice is husky, his eyes half lidded.

You try not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, suddenly wishing that you were still smoking so that you'd have something to break up the tension that's filling the air. You shrug, try to turn your head away, but he holds you fast, and you drop your gaze from his eyes to his mouth when you say, "It is. He's just not who I'd probably bother sharing all that with. If I've got that chance with Superman, talking is not going to be at the top of my priority list."

“Who would you share that with?” His eyes are inquisitive, although it doesn’t seem pointed at you. More like there’s a puzzle he’s trying to figure out as he speaks. “I don’t know. You, apparently. Normally I’d be more subtle about it.”

Jimmy nods, clears his throat, and then asks, "I know you probably don't want to make any decisions right now, since you're not at work and we're obviously celebrating life and whatever. But can you make one?"

You furrow your brows, looking up at him, "Sure?"

Now both of his hands are cupping your jaw, so gently, like he's ready to pull them away at any moment, "Can I kiss you?"

Your breath catches, but it’s like you can’t be bothered with nerves. You feel a certainty, deep in your gut, that this is meant to happen right now. And so you nod, respond softly, “Please do.” It’s a fantastic kiss, of course. The one other kiss you’d shared has played through your head since it happened, a fantasy that you’d had the urge to chase but had talked yourself out of. You liked Jimmy a lot, maybe too much, and you wouldn’t let the lust that ran through you every time you interacted with him control you enough to risk losing what you did have. But you’d be lying if you said that you would’ve been okay with dying without getting the chance to do more with him.

One hand shifts from your jaw to hold the back of your neck, his other arm snaking tenderly around your waist so that you straighten up, pull even closer to him than you already were. Your own hands clutch at his shirt. Even when you pull your lips away you don’t move your body, still clinging to him even as he looks at you with slightly worried eyes. You smile, giggle to yourself, and say, “You taste like weed.” He cracks a grin, “You do too.” You can feel something pressing against the back of your thigh, still strewn over his lap. Your smile widens, “I think your dick is hard.” Jimmy actually laughs this time, squeezing your hip, “You should really be an investigative journalist. Your brilliant talents are being wasted.”

“I would be amazing at it,” You feel somewhat sobered, but you’re still high enough that you’re already laughing at your own joke before you say it, “I definitely feel like I’m about to uncover something.”

The two of you sit there giggling for longer than the comment probably deserves. Jimmy’s fingers drum against your hip, and when you both stop laughing it’s like all the tension that had started to alleviate suddenly rushes back into the room. “Do you…” You swallow, avoiding his eyes, “Do you maybe want to move to the bedroom?”

Jimmy sounds genuinely surprised for some reason, “Do you want to?”

Suddenly unsure of yourself, you start to shift away, “I mean, we don’t have to. Obviously. I was just wondering.” “No, I do! I just didn’t know if you did,” He looks at you like you’ve suggested something brilliant, like he never would’ve imagined this. Then he leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, soft and lingering, and asks, “I mean, do you really? Not just because we’re high?”

Actually, you hadn’t even really considered that you might want to do this just because you’re high. You are, and it does make you horny, but your feelings for Jimmy most certainly predate this, and you know that they’ll last for a lot longer than whatever the events of the rest of the day are. You don’t tell him that, because you don’t want to scare him off or make things weird or risk not having sex with him right now, which you really want to do. Instead you respond with a teasing lilt, “What happened to your confidence, Mr. Womanizer? What, you’re surprised you managed to pull someone so far outside your league?” He laughs. Kisses your forehead, quicker this time. His eyes betray an emotion that you’re not used to, and he genuinely looks unsure of himself in a way that you don’t know you’ve ever seen from him before. And then it’s gone, and he has the not quite cocky expression that you are used to, voice smooth and low, “Outside my league is where I do my best work. Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll show you.”

Heart hammering, you stand up and offer him your hand.

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You both lost a lot of clothing in the short walk to bed, unable to stop yourselves from grabbing at and kissing each other. Jimmy has at least managed to retain his boxers, but he has you stripped fully naked when he lays you down on the bed, pressing one last quick peck to your lips before he kisses slowly down your body, settling himself between your legs.

He brushes his lips over the supple skin of your thighs, bares his teeth at the junction between your leg and groin, whispers low and hot so close to you that you can feel his words vibrate through you, “You’re gonna let me eat this pretty pussy, right?”

“Fuck,” You barely hold back from clamping your thighs against his head, half groaning your words, “You can’t say stuff like that, dude.”

“Well, obviously I can,” He pulls back enough to raise an eyebrow at you, a ghost of a smirk on his face, “ What, are you trying to say you didn’t like it?”

You let out a whine but didn’t speak, and he turned his attention away from your face and back to your dripping folds, staring with rapt attention as he spoke again, “That’s what I thought, pretty girl. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

Squirming under his intense gaze, you tried to hold back another whine as you spoke, “I didn’t picture you having a dirty mouth.”

You can actually almost feel him smiling even though his mouth isn’t on you, “You seemed nervous. And what you said earlier…I don’t mind taking charge, it means I get to see how cute your reactions are.”

“Would you stop looking?” You squirmed again, reaching forward to push his face away from you.

He caught your wrist, “If you really want me to. But I don’t think you do, I think you’re just not used to getting this much attention. Which is really a shame, by the way.”

“I didn’t picture you as the bossy type either, to be honest.”

He laughs, nothing but good humor behind the sound, “I don’t have to be. It just kind of happens. If you don’t like it-“

“No, no, it’s fine,” You admit, chewing on your lip, “I do like it. Obviously. I just get a little…”

“I told you, you don’t have to get embarrassed with me. And you don’t have to lie to me just because you’re embarrassed. I’ll give you whatever you want. And if you don’t feel like deciding, then I’ll just give you whatever I want.”

Your hips lurch upward almost imperceptibly, “Just, uh, just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess.”

He looks up at you again, this time with a full on teeth showing grin, “Great. So I can go down on you?”

You nod, but he doesn’t move. You try to maneuver your hand to push his head down, but he catches your wrist again, steady gaze never wavering. Finally you whine, “Oh for fuck’s…yes!”

“Yes what?” Jimmy has an eyebrow raised.

”Will you please just eat me out?” You snapped, your whole body heating.

“Well that’s all you had to say,” He grins, and then dives in.

Jimmy eats pussy like it’s his favorite hobby, voracious in some moments and other times slow and savoring. He doesn't bother holding you down, although you squirm, he’s content to rock his body along with yours and chase you with his sinful mouth.

You feel your climax approaching entirely too quickly, and it takes all of what little presence of mind you have to fend it off for the time being. Your fists clench in the sheets like a tether to reality, your teeth burying themselves in your lower lip as you try to hold yourself back from your impending release. Jimmy doesn’t seem to notice, easing one finger and then another into you without his puffy lips ever leaving your clit. His confidence seems to grow with every moan that escapes your lips, every thrash of your hips, and you could almost swear that he growls the word “Mine” at one point, but you write that off as wishful thinking. When you know that you can’t hold yourself back anymore, you push him away, gasping, “Jimmy, fuck, hold on, stop, fuck.” He pulls back with reluctance on his face and a hint of worry in his eyes, “Everything okay?”

You take three deep breaths before you nod, “Okay, just felt too good and I didn’t want to-Jimmy!”

He had buried his face between your legs again, lapping greedily at your pussy. When your hands tugged on his hair he pulled back enough to ask, “What? I’m just supposed to pretend that it ‘felt too good’? That’s not a real thing.”

He lowers his mouth to you again and you try in vain to push him off, finally desperately insisting, “I don’t want to cum until I’m on your cock!”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your whole body tensing with embarrassment. Jimmy's smile had turned wolfish, and he sat up a little and wiped your juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

You watched in awe as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. Before you could help yourself, you murmured, "That's kinda gross."

"You know I love a sweet treat," He snickered at the look on your face, then softened, "Do you want me to, uh, get to it?"

Biting your lip, you tried to let your confidence take back over, "I mean, I do, but I was hoping I could, well, y'know."

You mimed a dick in front of your mouth, and he laughed again. Then, shit-eating grin firmly planted on his face, he shook his head, "I'm not sure what you mean, sorry. Can you elaborate?"

"Jimmy," You huffed, sitting up as well, "You know what I mean!"

"No, I really don't," Jimmy mocked the pout on your face for a moment, "What's wrong? You work at a newspaper, shouldn't you be able to come up with the words?"

"Jimmy-"

"Use your words," His tone is more serious than you're used to, his eyes dark, and you barely resist a full body shiver.

You take a deep breath, roll your eyes at him, but you answer, "I want to suck your cock, and then I want you to fuck me."

The glee on his face is unrestrained, "Was that so hard? Wait, you want to suck my cock, but you called me gross for cleaning my fingers?"

"Will you please just shut up and let me do it?"

He mimes zipping his lips shut, eyes glittering with either excitement or amusement, although you aren't sure which. He lets you maneuver him to lay down where you just were, folding his arms behind his head as you tug his boxers down. His erection bobs up, and you almost shudder when you take the firm warmth of it into your hand, experimentally stroking a few times.

When you take him into your mouth, steeling yourself before lowering all the way down to the base, he lets out a low, drawn-out moan. You find yourself ridiculously pleased, and it makes up for any ping in your over-extended jaw.

Jimmy lets you take complete control. At first this leaves you feeling slight disappointment, but it doesn't seem to be for a lack of his enjoyment. In fact, he seems to be holding back from thrusting into your mouth, biting his swollen red lip and panting. One of his hands does come to rest on top of your head, but he doesn't use it to push you down or move you at all. It doesn't even really grab or hold, it just rests there, like a reassurance. It manages to override your desire to have him fuck your mouth, something about the gesture exciting and calming all at once. Little grunts roll off his tongue, and you feel like you could stay there for hours, but Jimmy only lets you go a few minutes before his hand does grip your hair, pulling you gently off of him.

"You're really good at that," His voice is casual, like he's talking about your typing speed or something and not fellatio.

"Thanks," You can't help but tease him, "I'm sure you'll get better at eating pussy."

You see the surprise hit his face, and then the way his jaw tightens in annoyance for a moment before he shakes his head at you, "You're something else. I'm tempted to get down there again and go until you can't remember your own name. But look at you, staring at me with your big ol' eyes, you just want my cock inside you, huh? So that'll have to wait for next time."

You try to hide the way his words impacted you, but can't help but smile at his mention of next time. Tugging at his arm, you have him sit up so that you can kiss him. Then you murmur against his lips, "Well, then let's do it."

Jimmy stands, gestures for you to position yourself at the edge of the bed, and he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead when you do. He pumps his cock as he stands over you, his eyes scanning your body like he's taking it in for the first time. His tip feels silky soft when he finally brushes it against your folds, lining up with your entrance, and he asks gently, "Are you sure about this?"

"Please," Your hips cant upwards, but he pulls back just a little. At the teasing raise of his eyebrow you sigh, "I want you inside me, Jimmy."

A quiet groan slips past his lips as he sinks inside you. There’s almost no resistance, and normally you’d probably be a little embarrassed at just how wet and ready you are, but you can’t find it in you to feel anything but pleasure. “I’ll do anything you want, I meant that,” His voice is ragged, and it’s obviously taking effort for him to keep the slow, measured pace that he’s using, “But I think that you needed this.” You keened, hips tilting off the bed, “Fuck, it’s really not fair when you say stuff like that.” Jimmy’s rhythm stutters for a moment, and he shakes his head, “What’s not fair is you squeezing me like that. I’m trying to be gentle, make sure you’re comfortable, and it’s like you’re trying to make me lose control.”

Pointedly, you wait a moment before purposefully clenching around him again. You see his teeth grit, a choked noise slipping through them anyway, and you ask innocently, “You mean like when I do that?”

He leans down, presses a kiss to your collarbone, and then bites directly below it, sucking for just a moment. When he pulls back, he’s looks at you questioningly for just a second, like he’s making sure that was okay, before he shakes his head again, “What, have you been neglecting this poor little pussy? Does it just need to get used?”

You nod before you even realize that you’re doing it, but once again he doesn’t give you time to be flustered. Flashing you a crooked smile, he repositioned slightly so that your legs splayed over his arms, letting him pull you even closer. He sped up, the smacking of your pelvises filling the room, your body jolting with every drag of his dick. Jimmy's hands gripped tightly onto your waist, his nails distant pinpricks into your skin. Your mind is clouded, and you know that all the weed probably has something to do with it, but mostly it's Jimmy. Jimmy, sweet silly Jimmy, who is pounding into you with the force of a desperate man, but is looking at you like you're the only person in the world.

Desperate to touch more of him, you reach up to grip his biceps. You've had sex before, even pretty good sex, but you've never felt this kind of unquenchable thirst, this need to have him touching you, filling you, pressed against you. You realize that you're fucked, literally and figuratively. Jimmy Olsen is definitely no longer a want, he himself is a need.

Suddenly he drops himself down so he’s on top of you. He pulls you up a bit, roughly, and hooks one arm underneath your neck, and then you are chest to chest, your face buried in his shoulder and his in your hair. You lock your legs behind his back, trying to keep him ever closer. You almost choked on the intimacy of it all. His thrusts never slowed, his cock pummeling your walls. You said something, but it was incoherent, basically babbling.

“What was that?” Jimmy chuckles just a little.

“Can- can I come?” You feel distinctly out of your mind, your skin practically on fire, unable to focus on or think about anything but the pleasure coursing through you, the pressure of Jimmy surrounding you. “Fuck, yeah,” There’s something feral in Jimmy’s voice, “Come all over your fucking cock.” You probably wouldn’t admit to it, but you couldn’t hold back a scream of his name. He was everything you could've thought to ask for, he was perfect, and your body had never felt this good before. Then it doesn't take long for Jimmy to finish, still buried deep inside of you. Your bodies both spasm against each other, and soon you're both twitching with overstimulation, but you take a minute before you unwrap your legs. His weight goes more limp on top of you, and he nuzzles against your hair, his breathing heavy in your ear.

Finally, slowly, the two of you break apart so that he can pull out, and roll into the middle of the bed next to each other. You still don't talk for a minute, but then Jimmy lets out a long whistle of approval, "I mean, you can't tell me that wasn't good."

You're staring at the ceiling, contemplating your life and everything that has happened to bring you to this moment. But you nod slowly, not bothering to look at him yet, "Incredible. All of it."

You know without looking at him that there's a cocky expression on his face. He turns onto his side and curls his body against yours, arm thrown over your abdomen, staring at the profile of your face. You feel the heat of his gaze, but you still don't look. You're not sure that you can bear to look at Jimmy without telling him you're in love with him, or something stupid like that.

After a minute, he speaks up again, "You know, it should have been 'may'."

"Hm?"

"May I come, not can I come. Don't you edit articles? Shouldn't you know this?"

This time you do finally look at him, glaring, "Oh fuck you. What's the point of not being at work if I can't forget about grammar for a little bit."

"I'm just saying," The grin on his face is infuriating, "It's indicative of a larger issue. It's the bad little habits that build up into problems."

You groan, "Holy fuck, you are the most annoying person I have ever met. I can't stand you."

"You love me," He doesn't seem the least bit bothered by your insults, his puppy dog eyes as playful as ever.

"I think I technically outrank you," You grumbled as he leaned in, pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"Pulling rank?" He holds his hand to his chest in mock offense, "Not everyone can be as good as me. Anyway, jealousy is not a good look on most people, y'know. I mean, it is on you, but that's just because everything is a good look on you."

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you think for a minute before raising a finger to point at him accusatorily, "Your words weren't perfect either, smartass. You told me to come on your cock."

His breath hitches, but he plays it off, "Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I tell you to come on my cock? I wanted you to do that. Obviously."

"No," You poked his shoulder, "You said the word your to me, which would mean it's mine, not yours."

Jimmy's freckles fade back as his face reddens, "I didn't think you heard that part."

"Well, I did. And you’re a bad liar, anyway. So guess what, you fucked up too."

He shakes his head, the hot flush on his face spreading to his ears, "No, I meant that."

"What?" Taken aback, you tried to make eye contact with him, but he was avoiding your gaze now.

"I mean that it's yours," Jimmy shrugged like this was a totally normal thing to say, his voice mostly smooth, but you know him well enough to catch the hint of nerves sticking to the back of his throat, "Whenever you want. Whatever you want."

You stared at him, speechless for a moment. He finally looked into your eyes, and you searched his for something, but you weren't sure what. All you could see was genuine adoration.

"Jimmy," You breathed, still unsure of what to say.

He looked away again, let out a laugh that sounded just a bit forced, "Not in like, a pressuring way. I mean, it's no big deal. It's whatever. We never have to do this again if you don't want to. I'm just saying if you do, it'll always be an option."

"Oh," Your hand found his face, cradled his jaw, "Jimmy, there's basically nothing I wouldn't do with you."

When you kiss him this time, it's more tender, more loving, than you've ever kissed each other. You think maybe more than any kiss you've ever had, not just with him. He doesn't kiss back for a moment, and you start to worry you've somehow misread the situation, but then his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, and your lips move together, gently but passionately.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do with you," He says when you break apart. Then, a little smile on his face, he asks, "Can I tell you something totally unrelated to this conversation?"

Your brows furrowed, but you nodded slowly, "I mean...yeah?"

"I told Perry we were taking tomorrow off too."

You and Jimmy don't leave your apartment at all in the next twenty-four hours.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you did finally kick Jimmy out, it was so he could go get ready for Lois's birthday dinner.

He takes his time showering, getting dressed, all the while thinking about you. He uses a little cologne that had once made you say "What smells so good?" when he wore it to work.

You text him that there was a reservation, and when he gets there he finds that you're already seated with Clark and Lois, waiting for him. You have your head tipped back in laughter at something that Clark said, your hand on the man's arm. Clark has that wide farm boy grin on his face, a good contrast to the crisp white button-up he's wearing. Clark looks good, which is something that Jimmy doesn't like noticing about his friend but often does. You look stunning, as always, and Jimmy is okay with noticing that, so he takes the time to really take it in as he slips into the seat open between you and Lois.

"Happy birthday," He turns to her, handing her a funny card he'd picked up on the way, just so he'd have something to actually give her.

"Thanks," She smiles at the card, sticks it in her purse, "Feels like a million years since we've seen you guys, even though it was just yesterday."

"It feels like a lot longer to me, too," He tries not to sound smug, "It has been a long couple of days, believe me."

He feels you freeze in the seat next to him for a moment, smacking his leg under the table. Jimmy doesn't laugh, but he wants to. Clark is giving you both funny looks, and although he's not entirely sure what they mean, Jimmy doesn't care. A long couple of days, certainly busy, but some of the best time he's ever had in his life.

He leans back in his chair, listening to you and Clark continue your conversation while Lois tells him about what an annoying morning she had, and he smiles, feeling certain that the best time in his life is still going.

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